Chapter 3

He stood over me, his eyes dark with desire. I lay bound to the bench, my wrists secured tightly with leather straps, my ankles spread wide, leaving me utterly exposed.

The air was cool, but my skin was already flushed, my nipples tight buds strapped around the restraints.

He reached for a cube of ice, his movements deliberate, and traced it along my collarbone.

The cold sent shivers down my spine, my breath catching as the ice glided over my breasts, circling my nipples, ...